Benediction fall seeing her,
acknowledge Father's sacrosanct creature
Inordinate in her brunette mixture.
Structurally, she's tender.
Accustom with soccer.
Dresses in her style and culture,
like damsel desires in future.
Dragging juvenile to the corner.
Mermaid could she be or an angel?
Soothsayer proclaim not,
neither the priest could say.
Hitch the heart hot as in hell,
Africa's beauty, reporters jot
nature made you, and all gray.
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